Recently I looked my photographs of Frida Kahlo’s paintings again. I took them during an exhibition a couple of years ago. I love her self-portraits and the way she used to see herself as two different people – the internal and the external Frida. And I admire how honest she was about both personalities. Her womanhood was timeless. She is one of my favourite artists.
I meet Antonio Hernández at the Avenida Juarez in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico. The US border is just some blocks away. On a shady corner he installed his table. This is his office. He does not need much. Just a jigsaw, some rings and keys.
Within 10 minutes he writes names in their surfaces. Not with a pen but with a jigsaw. I never saw somebody doing that. “My father did this craft since 1933. He began at the same place in Ciudad Juarez.” Antonio recalls that he was 14 when his father showed him how to deal with that kind of material. For 2 year he was abroad: In Europe, where he showed his art in different museums in Dublin and Madrid.